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SELECTED  WITH  ALTERATIONS, 


BY  JOHN  BUTLER. 


BOSTON: 

Press  of  J.  Howe,  No.  39,  Merchants  Row. 

1839. 


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REVIVAL   HYMNS, 


BACKSLIDING. 

1.     C.  M. 

1  DEAR  Jesus,  let  thy  pitying"  eye 

Call  back  a  wandering1  sheep  ; 
False  to  my  vows,  like  Peter,  I 
Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep. 

2  Now  let  me  be  by  grace  restoredr 

To  me  thy  mercy  shown  ; 
O,  turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  Behold  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
For  life,  and  happiness,  and  love, 
Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye. 

4  Speak  but  the  reconciling  word  j 

Let  mercy  melt  me  down  : 
O,  turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


4  BACKSLIDING. 

2.  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ; 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view, 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove!  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

3.  C.  M. 

1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 


BACKSLIDING. 

When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  I  might  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay, 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  1  can  do. 

4.  C.  M. 

Backsliding  lamented. 

1  O  THAT  I  were  as  heretofore, 

When,  warm  in  my  first  love, 
1  only  lived  my  God  t'  adore, 
And  seek  the  things  above. 

2  Upon  my  head  his  candle  shone, 

And,  lavish  of  his  grace, 
With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on, 
And  half  unveil'd  his  face. 

3  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things 

Triumphantly  I  rode ; 
I  soared  to  heaven  on  eagle's  wings, 
And  found  and  talked  with  God. 

4  Where  am  I  now  ?  from  what  a  height 

Of  happiness  cast  down  ! 
The  glory  swallowed  up  in  night, 
And  faded  is  the  crown. 


6  BACKSLIDING. 

5  O  God,  thou  art  my  home,  my  rest, 
For  which  I  sigh  in  pain  ; 
How  shall  I  'scape  into  thy  breast, 
My  Eden  now  regain  ? 

0.     H.  M. 

1  COME,  heavenly  peace  of  mind, 

I  sigh  for  thy  return  ; 
I  seek,  but  cannot  find 

The  joys  for  which  I  mourn  : 
Ah  !  where's  the  Saviour  now, 

Whose  smiles  I  once  possessed? 
Till  he  return,  I  bow, 

By  heaviest  grief  oppressed  ; 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

2  I  tried  each  earthly  charm — 

In  pleasure's  haunts  1  strayed — 
I  sought  its  s'oothing  balm — 

I  asked  the  world  its  aid  ; 
But  ah  !  no  balm  it  had 

To  heal  a  wounded  breast ; 
And  I,  forlorn  and  sad, 

Must  seek  another  rest ; 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 
And  1  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

3  Where  can  the  mourner  go, 

And  tell  his  tale  of  grief? 
Ah  !  who  can  soothe  his  wo, 
And  give  him  sweet  relief? 


BACKSLIDING.  7 

Thou,  Jesus,  canst  impart, 

By  thy  long-wished  return, 
Ease  to  this  wounded  heart, 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn  ; 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 
And  I  rejoice,  my  Lord,  in  thee. 

6.  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight.; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

3  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

4  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise, 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

7.  L.  M. 

1  NOW  let  our  faith  grow  strong,  and  rise,. 
And  view  our  Lord  in  all  his  love  ; 
Look  back  to  hear  his  dying  cries, 
Then  mount  and  see  his  throne  abov-a. 


8  BACKSLIDING. 

2  See  where  he  languish'd  on  the  cross  ; 
Beneath  our  sins  he  groan'd  and  died  ; 
See  where  he  sits  to  plead  our  cause, 
By  his  Almighty  Father's  side. 

3  If  we  behold  his  bleeding  heart, 
There  love  in  floods  of  sorrow  reigns ; 
He  triumphs  o'er  the  killing  smart, 
And  seals  our  pleasure  with  his  pains. 

4  Or  if  we  climb  the  eternal  hills, 

Where  the  blest  Conqueror  sits  enthron'dj 
Still  in  his  heart  compassion  dwells, 
.Near  the  memorials  of  his  wound. 

5  How  shall  vile  pardon *d  rebels  show 
How  much  they  love  their  dying  Lord  ? 
In  deep  repentance,  Lord,  we  bow, 
We  hate  the  sins  that  cost  thy  blood. 

8.     C.  M. 

1  SWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Apply'd  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm  ; 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And- saw  his  glory  shine  ; 


BACKSLIDING.  < 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 
5  Now,  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

9.      S.   M. 

Apostasy. 

1  YE,  who  in  former  days, 
Were  found  at  Zion's  gate  ; 

Who  seem'd  to  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 
And  told  your  happy  state  ; 

2  But  now  to  sin  draw  back, 
And  love  again  to  stray, 

The  narrow  path  of  life  forsake, 
And  choose  the  beaten  way ; 

3  Think  not  your  names  above 
Are  written  with  the  saints  ; 

The  promise  of  unchanging  love 
Is  his  who  never  faints. 

4  Your  transient  joy  and  peace, 
Your  deeper  doom  have  seal'd, 

Unless  you  wake  to  righteousness, 
Ere  judgment  is  reveal'd. 

10.      lis. 

JVhy  sleep  we  ? 

1  WHY  sleep  we,  my  brethren  ?   come,  let  us  arise  : 
O,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the  prize  f 


10  BACKSLIDING. 

Salvation  is  nearer  ;  our  days  are  far  spent  s 
O,  let  us  be  active  ;  awake  !  and  repent. 

2  O,  how  can  we  slumber  !  the  Master  is  come, 
And  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home  j 
The  Spirit  and  Hride  now  in  concert  unite, 
The  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless  invite. 

3  O,  how  can  we  slumber  !  when  so  much  was  done, 
To  purchase  salvation,  by  Jesus,  the  Son  ! 

Now  merey  is  proffered,  and  justice  displayed  ; 
Now  God  can  be  honored,  and  sinners  be  saved. 

4  O,  how  can  we  slumber !  when  death  is  so  near, 
And  sinners  are  sinking  in  endless  despair ! 

Now  prayers  may  avail,  and  they  gain  the  high  prize, 
Before  they  in  torment  shall  lift  up  their  eyes. 

5  O,  how  can  we  slumber  !  ye  sinners,  look  round, 
Before  the  last  trumpet  your  hearts  shall  confound  ; 
O,  fly  to  the  Saviour  ;  he  calls  you  to-day, 
While  mercy  is  waiting,  O,  make  no  delay. 

11.     S.  M. 

Compassion  of  Christ, 

1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ! 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 

Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee- 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep — 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there- 


UJNAWAKENED  SINNERS.  11 

fNAWAKENED  SINNERS. 

19.     L.  M. 

One  thing  needful, 

1  WHY  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
The  lives  divine  compassion  spares, 
While  in  the  various  range  of  thought 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above, 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love, 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain, 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
The  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  eternity  appear, 

When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thine  aid  impart 
To  fix  conviction  on  the  heart ; 
Thou  canst  illume  the  darkest  eyes, 
And  make  the  proudest  scorner  wise. 

IS.     L.  M. 

Tlie  night  comeih. 

1  AWAKE,  awake,  my  sluggish  soul; 
Awake,  and  view  the  setting  sun  ; 
See  how  the  shades  of  d&ath  advance, 
Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done. 

2  Death  !  'tis  an  awful,  solemn  sound; 
Oh7  let  it  wake  the  slumbering  ear! 
Apace  the  dreadful  conqueror  comes. 
With  all  his  pale  companions  near. 


12  UNA  WAKENED  SINNERS. 

3  Thy  drowsy  eyes  will  soon  be  closed, — 
These  friendly  warnings  heard  no  more; 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach  j 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 

4  To-day  attend  his  gracious  voice  ; 
This  is  the  summons  that  he  sends— 
"  Awake, — for  on  this  transient  hour 
Thy  long  eternity  depends." 

14.  L.  M. 

1  HEAR,  O  ye  careless  sinners,  hear! 
This  life  is  short,  and  death  is  near ; 
Soon  will  you  leave  this  mortal  shore, 
And  all  your  gods  will  be  no  more. 

2  In  vain  you  hope  in  earth  to  find 
Pleasures  to  satisfy  the  mind  ; 
For  surely  all  the  joys  of  earth 
Will  leave  you  at  the  hour  of  death. 

3  O  leave  the  world's  delusive  road, 
And  seek  the  favor  of  your  God  ; 
He  bids  you  welcome  to  a  feast ; 
Come,  taste,  and  be  forever  blest. 

15.  S.  M. 

The  suffering  and  glory  of  Christ. 

1  COME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
Your  noblest  music  bring  ; 

'Tis  Christ,  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ,  the  man,  we  sing. 

2  Alas!  the  cruel  spear 
Went  deep  into  his  side ; 


UNAWAKEJNED  SIJNNERS.  13 

And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murderous  weapons  dy'd. 

3  The  waves  of  swelling  grief 
Did  o'er  his  bosom  roll ; 

And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  soul. 

4  Down  to  the  shades  of  death 
He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itself  is  dead. 

5  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 
The  cross  and  nails  no  more  ; 

For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 

6  There  his  full  glories  shine 
With  uncreated  rays, 

And  bless  his  saints'  and  angels'  eyes, 
To  everlasting  days. 

16.     C.  M. 

Let  the  wicked  forsake  his  way. 

1  SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 

'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day  ;. 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  wo  ! 


14  UNAWAKENED  SINNERS. 

3  But  he  that  turns  to  God,  shall  live. 

Through  his  abounding-  grace  : 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

4  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

5  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

17.  8.  7.  4. 

1  HEAR,  O  sinner!  mercy  hails  you, 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls  ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 

Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  ; 
Trust  in  Jesus, 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  Haste  !  O  sinner !  to  the  Saviour, 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over  ; 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  ! 
Haste  to  Jesus, 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

18.  8.  7.  4. 

1  SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ! 


UNA  WAKENED  SINJNERS.  15 

Every  sentence — O  how  tender  ! 

Every  line  is  full  of  love ; 
Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 

News  from  Zion's  King-  proclaim, 

To  repenting  sinners — "  Pardon,. 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

How  refreshing! 

Free  forgiveness  in  his  name. 

19.     L.  M. 

2  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon  !   approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  ev'ry  hope  of  freav'n. 

2  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save, 

3  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair. 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

4  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  I 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound, 
"Come,  sinners,  haste,  Oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he's  found," 


16  UNA  WAKENED  SINNERS. 

20.     P.  M. 

Expostulation. 

1  NOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading", 

At  the  sinner's  hardened  heart ; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding-, 
Undertaking  sinners  part. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day  ; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 
O  repent,  return  and  pray. 

3  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious; 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee  ; 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shines  around  on  you  and  me  ! 

4  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 

Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in ; 
Now  receive,  and  O,  adore  him, 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 

5  Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour  ? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behaviour, 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

21.      7.  5. 

1  ROUSE  ye  at  the  Saviour's  call ! 
Sinners,  rouse  ye,  one  and  all ! 
Wake !  or  soon  your  souls  shall  fall, 
Fall  in  deep  despair. 

2  Wo  to  him  who  turns  away, 
Jesus  kindly  calls  to-day, 


UNA  WAKENED  SINNERS.  17 

Come,  O  sinner,  while  you  may, 
Raise  your  soul  in  prayer. 

3  Heard  ye  not  the  Saviour  cry  ? 
"Turn,  O  turn,  why  will  ye  die  !" 
And  in  keenest  agony, 

Mourn  too  late  your  doom  ! 

4  Haste,  for  time  is  rushing  on  ! 
Soon  the  fleeting  hour  is  gone  ; 
The  lifted  arrow  flies  anon, 
To  sink  you  in  the  tomb. 

5  By  the  Saviour's  bleeding  love, 
By  the  joys  of  heaven  above, 
Let  these  words  your  spirits  move, 
Quick  to  Jesus  fly  ! 

3  Come,  and  save  your  souls  from  death, 
Haste  !  escape  Jehovah's  wrath  ; 
Fly!  for  life's  a  fleeting  breath, 
Soon,  O  soon,  you'll  die. 

22.     L.  M. 

To-day. 

L  HASTEN,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
The  longer  Wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

I  Oh,  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Before  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

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18  UN  AWAKENED  SINJNERS. 

3  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  blest, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

S3.     C.  M. 

1  AMAZING  sight!  the  Saviour  stands 

And  knocks  at  every  door  ! 
Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2  "Behold,"  he  saith,  "I  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  you  to  my  rest : 
Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

3  "Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell  ? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  mo  forever  dwell  ? 

4  "Not  to  condemn  your  guilty  race, 

Have  I  in  judgment  come  ; 
But  to  display  unbounded  grace, 
And  bring  lost  sinners  home. 

5  "Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night, 

And  bear  eternal  pain  ? 
Or,  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light, 
With  me  forever  reign  ? 


UNAWAKENED  SINNERS.  19 

"  Say,  will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice. 
And  have  your  sins  forgiven  ? 

Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven  ?" 

34.     S.  M. 

The  accepted  time. 

NOW  is  the  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

Now  is  the  accepted  time  ; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 

Then  why  should  you  delay. 

Now  is  the  accepted  time  ; 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 
And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares,  there  yet  is  room. 

2ff.     S.  M. 

Grieve  not  the  Spirit. 

AND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 

And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 

With  all  thy  sins  oppressed  ? 


20  UJNAWAKENED  SINNERS. 

3      To-day  a  pardoning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood, 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

26.     L.  M. 

My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive. 
I  SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul : 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  leave  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

%  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 
Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  warned  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee  ? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice  ; 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light, 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  j 
That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive, 
With  hardened,  self-destroying  man  j 
Ye  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 

Oh,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 


UNAWAKENED  SINNERS.  21 

37.     1  Is. 

1  O  TURN  ye,  lost  sinners,  for  why  will  you  die, 
When  God*  in  great  mercy,  is  coming  so  nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites,  and  the  Spirit  says,  come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that,  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  hetter  by  staying  away  ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  he, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
O,  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome  ;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasure,  what  can  you  obtain 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit,  when  summoned  to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  or  feeding  on  air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

6  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your  heart, 
And,  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part; 

O,  how  can  we  leave  you?  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home, 

28.     C.  M. 

Prepare  for  Death. 

1  VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear : 

Repent !  thy  end  is  nigh  ! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far, 
Oh,  think  before  you  die  ! 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save : 

Thy  sins — how  high  they  mount! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 


22  UNAWAKENED  SINNERS. 

3  Death  enters — and  there's  no  defence — 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  greedy  worms  consume  ; 
But,  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there — 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day,  the  gospel  calls  ;  to-day, 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  ; 
Let  ev'ry  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

29.     S.  M. 

1  SINNER  !  awake,  to  think 
On  what  may  be  thy  doom  ; 

Awake!  and  tremble,  ere  thou  sink 
Into  the  silent  tomb. 

2  Sure  there  is  nought  in  earth 
Has  half  the  Saviour's  charms  ; 

And  wilt  thou,  then,  with  scornful  mirth, 
Repel  him  from  thy  arms  ? 

3  See  how  he  interpos'd 
Between  the  curse  and  thee  ; 

What  wondrous  words  of  grace  compos'd 
To  set  thy  spirit  free. 

4  How  bitter  was  the  pain, 
What  heart  can  ere  conceive  ? 

And  wilt  thou  see  him  die  in  vain, 
And  not  his  mercy  crave  ? 


THE  PENITENT  CONFESSING:       23 

30.     S.  M. 

NOW  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 

Now  is  the  Saviour  come  ; 
The  Lord  is  calling,  Seek  my  face, 

And  I  will  guide  you  home. 

Home  to  that  bright  abode 

Where  Jesus  reigns  supreme  ; 
Home  to  those  joys  prepar'd  by  God, 

Home  of  your  sweetest  dream. 

Home,  where  each  sigh  is  still'd, 

Where  tears  are  never  shed,  /  *        • 
But  love*and  joy  have  fill'd  c4*s1S*^\J 

Withmowers  the  path  we  tread. 

A  father  bids  you  speed — 

Oh,  wherefore  then  delay  ? 
He  calls  in  love — he  sees  your  need — 

He  bids  you  come  to-day. 

To-day  the  prize  is  won, 

The  promise  is  to  save  ; 
Then,  O  be  wise  ! — to-morrow's  sun 

May  shine  upon  your  grave. 


THE  PENITENT  CONFESSING. 

31.     C.  M. 

1  AH  !  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do, 
With  all  my  guilt  oppressed  ? 
I  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 
And  conscience  knows  no  rest. 


24  THE  PENITENT 

2  Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law, 

Does  all  my  life  condemn ; 
The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  grief  and  shame. 

3  How  many  precious  Sabbaths  gone 

I  never  can  recall !      > 
And  oh,  what  cause  have  I  to  mourn, 
Who  misimproved  them  all. 

4  How  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 

Of  Jesus,  and  of  heaven  ; 
Yet  scarcely  listened  to  his  word, 
Or  prayed  to  be  forgiven. 

5  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  tdythee, 

And  grant  renewing  grace  ; 
For  thou  this  flinty  heart  canst  break, 
And  thine  shall  be  the  praise. 

33.     L.  M. 

Pleading  for  Pardon. 

1  SHEW  pity.  Lord ;   O  Lord,  forgive  j 
Lei  a  repenting  rebel  live  j 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  j 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

3  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd.  but  thou  art  clear. 


CONFESSING.  25 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

33,  C.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
Then  show  me,  gracious  God!  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  1  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 

But  often  feel  another  mind, 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

34.  C.  M. 

1  LONG  have  I  walked  this  dreary  road, 

Beset  with  darkness  round  ; 
Nor  seen,  nor  heard,  a  smiling  God, 
Nor  one  bright  moment  found. 

2  Others,  who  once  did  join  my  speech, 

And  mourned  in  painful  lay, 
Now,  mounting  up  with  rapture,  stretch 
To  seize  a  heavenly  day. 


26  THE  PENITENT 

3  Far  left  behind  to  feel  my  wo, 

With  hardened  heart  to  groan, 
Each  prayer,  each  struggle  sinks  me  low, 
Each  breath  repeats  my  moan. 

4  The  lengthened  day,  the  gloomy  night, 

Draw  fast  the  bands  of  grief: 
Sometimes  despair  o'erclouds  my  sight, 
And  says,  "  There's  no  relief." 

•    3&.      S.  M. 

1  OH,  am  I  born  to  die, 
With  an  immortal  soul  ? 

And  hurried  to  eternity, 
As  swift  as  time  can  roll  ? 

2  I  just  begin  to  see  ; 

Ah,  Lord,  what  shall  I  do  ? 
How  shall  a  wretched  sinner  flee 
From  everlasting  wo  ? 

3  I  dare  no  longer  stay 

So  nigh  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Yet  how  to  go,  or  find  the  way 
To  Christ,  I  cannot  tell. 

4  O  Lord,  though  I  am  vile, 
Receive  me  as  I  am  ; 

Let  heaven's  immortal  goodness  smile 
On  me,  through  Christ  the  Lamb. 


CONFESSING.  27 

36.  C.  M. 

Hardness  of  Heart. 

1  THE  voice  that  bids  us  all  repent 

I  hear  with  terror  oft : 
But  never  will  this  heart  relent, 
Till  Jesus  make  it  soft. 

2  The  charming  voice  of  bleeding  love 

I  hear  from  lips  divine ; 
Yet  melting  strains  can  never  move 
A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 

3  Almighty  God,  do  thou  renew 

This  sinful  heart  of  stone  ; 
Sweetly  my  stubborn  will  subdue, 
Conform  it  to  thy  own. 

37.  S.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  how  vile  ami, 
Unholy  and  unclean! 

How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
With  such  a  load  of  sin  ! 

2  Is  this  polluted  heart 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee  ? 
Swarming,  alas  !  in  every  part, 
What  evils  do  I  see  ! 

3  If  I  attempt  to  pray, 

And  raise  my  soul  on  high, 
My  thoughts  are  hurried  fast  away, 
For  sin  is  ever  nigh. 


28  THE  PENITENT 

4  If  in  thy  word  I  look, 
Such  darkness  fills  my  mind, 

I  only  read  a  sealed  book, 
But  no  relief  can  find. 

5  Thy  gospel  oft  1  hear, 
But  hear  it  still  in  vain  ; 

Without  desire,  or  love,  or  fear, 
Hardened  I  still  remain. 

6  And  must  I,  then,  indeed 
Sink  in  despair  and  die  ? 

Fain  would  I  hope  that  thou  didst  bleed 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I. 

38.     L.  M. 

Sorrow  for  Sin. 

1  O  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 

0  that  I  could  at  last  submit ! 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free; 

1  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

3  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart,  appear  ; 

My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 


CONFESSING.  29 

39.  S.  M. 

1  AH  !  whither  shall  1  go, 
Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint? 

To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 

And  pour  out  rny  complaint  ? 

My  Saviour  bids  me  come  ; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 

And  yet  from  him  I  stay  ! 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back 
From  which  I  cannot  part? 

Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 

Possession  of  my  heart? 

Jesus,  the  hindrance  show, 

Which  I  have  feared  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 

What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 

40.  S.  M. 

1  BENEATH  sin's  poisonous  dart 
A  ruin'd  soul  I  fell  ; 

How  narrowly  my  feet  escaped 
The  snares  of  death  and  hell ! 

2  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief 
Oppressed  my  gloomy  mind  ; 

1  looked  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

3  At  length  to  God  I  cried  ; 
He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh  ; 

He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
Salvation  from  on  high. 


30  THE  PENITENT 

4      Oh,  may  I  ne'er  forget 
The  mercy  of  my  God  ! 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 

41.     C.  M. 

Pleading  for  Mercy. 

1  JESUS,  have  mercy  on  my  soul ! 

Oh  !  listen  to  my  cry ! 
Cleanse  me  from  sin,  Lord,  make  me  whole, 
Save  me,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Whither,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  fly, 

Oh  !  where  for  mercy  flee  ; 
Low  at  thy  sovereign  feet  I  lie, 
My  only  hope  in  thee. 

3  One  word  of  grace,  one  look  of  love, 

Would  melt  this  stony  heart; 
One  hope  of  pity  from  above 
Would  bid  my  fears  depart. 

42.      7s. 

The  Resolve. 

1  IF  I  perish,  I  will  go 
Trembling  to  the  Saviour's  feet, 

Yet  his  favor  he'll  bestow, 
Yet  1  may  forgiveness  meet. 

2  If  I  perish,  I  will  go: 

He  perhaps  may  pity  me  ; 
Unbelief  still  answers — no, 
He  will  not,  a  wretch  like  thee. 


CONFESSING.  31 

If  I  perish,  I  must  own 
God  is  just  to  banish  me  ; 
But  I'll  venture  near  his  throne, 
For  his  pardons  all  are  free. 

If  1  perish,  I  will  go, 
Though  distress'd  I  can  but  try; 
Should  he  mercy  never  show, 
Begging  I  will  live  and  die. 

Dearest  Saviour,  let  me  live, 
Stretch  thy  sceptre  out  to  me  ; 
All  my  sins,  though  great,  forgive  : 
Speak  the  word,  and  set  me  free. 

43.     8.7. 

Conviction. 
JESUS,  full  of  all  compassion, 

Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation, 

See,  I  languish,  faint  and  die. 

Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief, 

Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting, 
Send,  O  send  me  quick  relief! 

Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 
But  to  Him  who  comfort  gives? 

Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  Him  who  ever  lives. 


32  THE  PENITENT,  &c. 

44.     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  Repentance. 

1  O  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart, 

That  bows  before  the  Lord  ! 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word ! 

2  O  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

Which  from  repentance  flow ! 
That  sense  of  guilt,  which,  trembling,  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow. 

3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 

For  sin  the  deep  distress  ; 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  O,  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above-; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

4o.     L.  M. 

1  STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  star, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite  ; 
.Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Psor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  steeled  my  stubborn  heart, 

And  still  shook  off  my  guilty  fears  ; 
And  vexed,  and  nrged  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years  j 

3  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved  ; 


THE  PEMTENT  INVITED.  33 

4-  Yet,kO  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest; 
JNnr  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
To  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 


THE  PENITEST  INVITED. 

46.     C.  M. 

1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See.  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  : 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  : 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast, 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  the  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

4T.     L.  M. 

J  HO,  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh, 
'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
3 


34  THE  PENITENT 

Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy  ; 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace, 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ; 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 
And  find  my  grace  reach'd  out  to  all. 

3  See  from  the  Rock  a  fountain  rise  ! 
For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls  : 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  laboring,  burden'd,  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  shall  give  ; 
Leave  all  you  have  and  are  behind  ; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

48.      L.  M. 

1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad  3 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  wroes  j 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace  5 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart : 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 


I.WITED.  35 

49.     8.  7.  4. 

1  COME,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden. 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Let  not  conscience, make  you  linger; 

2S  or  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished  :" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

4  Lo!  the  incarnate  God,  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


36  THE  PEJNITEJNT 

50.  8.  7. 

1  COME  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners,  ruin'd  by  the  fall ; 
Here,  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  purify  the  soul, 
In  a  full  perpetual  tide, — 
Open'd  when  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind  ; 
Here,  the  guilty,  free  remission — 

Here,  the  troubled,  peace  may  find  : 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore  ; 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 

51.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come — 'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

That  gracious  voice  obey ; 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 


INVITED.  37 

4  Dear  Saviour  !  draw  reluctant  hearts  ; 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink — and  never  die. 

52.  C.  M. 

JfTioever  ivill,  let  him  come. 

1  O  WHAT  amazing  words  of  grace, 

Are  in  the  gospel  found, 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Lost,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 

Are  freely  welcome  here  : 
Salvation,  like  a  river,  rolls 
Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

3  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  every  burden  bring  ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep  celestial  spring  ! 

4  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace  : 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

53.  C.  M. 

Resolve. 
1  COME,  anxious  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 


38  THE  PENITENT 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess, 

I'll  tell  him,  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  1  can  but  perish  if  1  go  ; 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 

54.     8.  7. 

1  COME,  lost  sinner,  come  to  Jesus, 

Weary,  heavy  laden,  weak  ; 
None  but  Jesus  Christ  can  ease  us, 
Come  ye  all,  his  mercy  seek. 

2  Do  ye  fear  your  own  unfitness, 

Burdened  as  you  are  with  sin  ? 
'Tis  the  Holy  Spirit's  witness  ; 
Christ  invites  you  ; — enter  in. 

3  Do  your  sins,  and  your  distresses, 

'Gainst  this  sacred  record  plead  ? 
Know  that  Christ  most  kindly  blesses 
Those  who  feel  the  most  their  need. 


IJNVITED.  39 

4  Hear  his  words,  so  true  and  cheering, 

Fitted  well  for  all  distressed  ; 
Dwell  upon  the  sound  endearing  : 
"Mourners,  1  will  give  you  rest." 

5  Stay  not  pondering  on  your  sorrow  ; 

Turn  from  your  own  self  away  ; 
Dare  not  linger  till  to-morrow  ; 
Come  to  Christ  without  delay. 

55.      L.  M. 

The  Wanderer. 

1  RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  an  injur'd  Father's  face  ! 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Fathers  melting  heart ! 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern  ; 
His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ! 

He  heard  thy  deep,  repentant  sigh  ; 
He  heard  thy  soften'd  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  was  nigh. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ! 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn, 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 


40  THE  PENITEJNT 

56.     L.  M. 

1  SINNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word  ; 
Haste  to  the  mercy  of  your  Lord  ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day  ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own 
And  welcome  his  returning  son  ; 
Ready  the  gracious  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  from  above, 

To  fill  the  broken  heart  with  love, 
T'  apply  and  witness  Jesus'  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  you  sons  of  God. 
4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate  ; 
Tuning  their  harps  by  which  they  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

S?.      H.  M. 

1  YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerged  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 

Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come  ; 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay  ; 
No  vain  excuses  frame  ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  : 


invited:  4i 

All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come  ; 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3       Compelled  by  bleeding  love, 
Ye  wandering  souls,  draw  near ; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above — - 
His  charming  accents  hear  ! 

Let  whosoever  will,  now  come  ; 

In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room. 

58.       8.   7. 
The  -promised  Rest. 

1  SINNERS,  hear  the  mighty  Saviour ! 

Love  and  pity  fill  his  breast ; 
Now,  in  accents  sweet,  he  calls  you, 
Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

2  Though  in  sorrow  now  ye  labor, 

Weary  souls  with  sin  opprest, 
Jesus  bids  you  come  and  welcome — 
Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

3  Though  your  sins  be  red  like  crimson, 

And  ten  thousand  foes  infest, 
He  is  mighty  to  deliver ; 

Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

4  His  dear  arms  are  now  extended  ! 

Come,  and  be  forever  blest ; 
Dying  sinners,  come  to  Jesus — 
Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 


42  THE  PENITENT 

THE  PENITENT  CHOOSING  CHRIST. 

[The  following  Hymn  \va3  written  by  a  young  lady  of 
wealth  and  fashion,  who,  on  being  converted,  was 
banished  from  home  by  her  irreligious  father.] 

50.      8.  7. 

Forsaking  all  to  follow  Christ. 

1  JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me  ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 


CHOOSING  CHRIST.  43 

Storms  may  how],  and  clouds  may  gather, 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

©O.     C.  M. 

]  VAIN  world,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu 
To  your  deceitful  joys  ; 


44  THE  PENITENT 

I  will  not  sell  my  soul  for  you, 
Nor  longer  seek  your  toys. 

2  You  flatter  with  a  vain  applause, 

And  promise  future  joy, 
When  all  your  treasures  are  but  dross, 
Your  bliss  an  empty  toy. 

3  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  taught  my  soul 
How  near  the  gulf  I  stood  ! 

And  now,  while  mortal  moments  roll, 
I'll  seek  substantial  good. 

61.     L.  M. 

1  I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair; 
And  while  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  1  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ; 
That  drew  me  from  tho?e  treacherous  seas. 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

©9.     C.  AI. 

1  TO  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 
If  I  depart  from  thee  ? 
My  guide  through  all  this  vale  of  wo, 
And  more  than  all  to  me. 


CHOOSING  CHRIST.  45 

2  The  world  reject  thy  gentle  reign, 

And  pay  thy  death  with  scorn  ; 
Oh  !  they  could  plat  thy  crown  again, 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 

3  But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 

Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 
To  whisper  hope  of  joys  ahove — 
And  can  we  ever  part  ? 

4  Ah,  no !  with  thee  I'll  walk  below 

My  journey  to  the  grave  : 
To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 
When  only  thou  canst  save  ? 

68.     L.  M. 

1  ASHAMED  of  Jesus !— sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus! — that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — yes,  I  may — 
When  I've  no  sins  to  wash  away  ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then,  (nor  is  my  boasting  vain,) 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And,  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 


46  THE  PENITENT,  &c. 

©4.     C.  M. 

Self-denial. 
1  AND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 
3  Yes,  let  it  go — one  look  from  thee 
Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compar'd  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair  ! 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain, 
Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

60.     10s. 

1  CHEER  up,  my  soul,  there  is  a  mercy-seat, 
Sprinkled  with  blood,  where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
Go,  humbly  cast  thyself  beneath  his  feet, 

For  never  needy  sinner  perish'd  there. 

2  Lord,  I  am  come,  thy  promise  is  my  plea; 
Without  thy  word  I  dare  not  venture  nigh  ; 
But  thou  hast  call'd  the  burden'd  soul  to  thee, 
A  weary,  burden'd  soul,  O  Lord,  am  I ! 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  heavy  load  of  sin, 
By  satan's  fierce  temptations  sorely  prest; 
Beset  without,  and  full  of  fears  within, 
Trembling  and  faint  I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 


REJOICING.  47 

4  Be  thoa  my  refuge,  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 
I  know  no  force  can  tear  me  from  thy  side  j 
Unmov'd  I  there  may  all  accusers  face, 

And  answer  ev'ry  charge  with,  ;-  Jesus  died." 

5  Yes  !  thou  did'st  weep,  and  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die  ! 
Well  hast  thou  known  what  fierce  temptation  means  ; 
Such  was  thy  love  !  and  now  enthron'd  on  high, 

The  same  compassion  in  thy  bosom  reigns. 

6  Lord,  give  me  faith.     He  hears  I  what  grace  is  this  I 
Dry  up  thy  tears,  my  soul,  and  cease  to  grieve  ; 

He  shows  me  who  he  is,  and  what  he  did  ; 
I  must,  I  will,  I  can,  I  do  believe. 


REJOICIXG. 

60.     B.  7. 

1  HAIL,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus, 

Only  thee  1  wish  to  sing  ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

2  Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven  ! 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much  ? — I  've  much  forgiven — 
I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned,  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness  ! 
Love  I  much  ? — I  've  much  forgiven — 
I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


48  REJOICING. 

5  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir  ; 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above  ; 
While,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace,  and  boundless  love. 

6  That  blest  moment  1  received  him, 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Love  1  much  ? — 1  've  much  forgiven — 
I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

67.     C.  M. 

Old  things  passed  away. 

1  LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  ; 

It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  fading  charms  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  1  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As,  by  the  light  of  opening  day, 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice — 

1  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 


REJOICING.  49 

08.     L.  M. 

Praise  for  Converting  Grace. 

1  TO  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Fain  would  my  soul  her  tribute  bring ; 
Join  me,  ye  saints,  in  songs  of  praise, 
For  ye  have  known  and  felt  his  grace. 

2  Wretched  and  helpless  once  I  lay, 
Just  breathing  all  my  life  away  ; 
He  saw  me  weltering  in  my  blood, 
And  felt  the  pity  of  a  God. 

3  With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
Bound  up  my  wounds,  and  sooth'd  my  grief ; 
Poured  joy  divine  into  my  heart, 

And  bade  each  anxious  fear  depart. 

4  These  proofs  of  love,  my  dearest  Lord, 
Deep  in  my  breast  I  will  record  ; 

The  life  which  I  from  thee  receive, 
To  thee,  behold,  I  freely  give. 

5  My  heart  and  tongue  shall  tune  thy  praise 
Through  the  remainder  of  my  days  ; 
And,  when  I  join  the  powers  above, 
My  soul  shall  better  sing  thy  love. 

69.     L.  M. 

]  JESUS,  our  best  beloved  Friend, 
©n  thy  redeeming  name  we  call ; 
Jesus,  in  love  to  us,  descend, 
Pardon  and  sanctifv  us  all. 
4 


50  REJOICING. 

2  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 
To  fear  and  follow  thy  commands  ; 

O  take  our  hearts — our  hearts  are  thine — 
Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Our  Master's  voice  will  we  obey  ; 
And,  toiling  in  his  vineyard,  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  our  day. 

4  Yet,  Lord,  for  us  a  resting  place, 

In  heaven,  at  thy  right  hand,  prepare  ; 
And,  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 

7®.     C.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place  ; 

1  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight — 

By  faith  I  gladly  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here, 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 


REJOICING. 

3  O,  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

And  let  the  vessels  break  ; 
And  let  our  ransomed  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  !. 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  we  gaze 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me  ; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace, 

In  vast  eternity. 

71.      8.  7.  4. 

1  O  THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 

My  Redeemer  from  all  sin  ! 
Moved  by  thy  divine  compassion, 
Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win, 

I  will  praise  thee  : 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 

2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour  ; 

He  hath  brought  salvation  near ; 
Manifests  his  pardoning  favor  ; 
And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 

3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, 

"  Glory  to  the  great  I  AM  !" 
I  with  them  will  still  be  vieing : 
Glory,  glory,  to  the  Lamb ! 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
A  Angels  now  are  hovering  round  us  ; 
Unperceived,  they  mix  the  throng, 


52  REJOICING. 

Wondering  at  the  love  that  crowned  us, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song; 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong. 

72.  CM. 

Conversion. 

1  O,  HOW  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And,  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns ! 

2  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heav'n  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleas'd,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  ; 
"The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

73.  S.  M. 

Pardon. 
1      O  BLESSED  souls  are  they, 
Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Losd 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 


REJOICING.  53 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound, 

Till  I  confess'd  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne  : 
Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

74.     C.  P.  M. 

Revival  Blessings. 

1  THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  : 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes  ; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  ev'ry  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on  ; 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 

My  soul  a  witness  is. 


54  REJOICING. 

Come,  taste  and  see  the  pardon-  free, 
To  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me. 
Who  come  to  Christ,  may  hv.\ 

75.     L.  M. 

1  REJOICE,  for  Christ,  the  Savior,  reigns 
He  spreads  his  triumphs  all  abroad  ; 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

2  His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Zion's  gate  arrive  ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  O,  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 
And  ev'ry  foe  his  power  subdue, 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glories  show. 

4  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below,  from  all  above  ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name — 
In  songs  as  lofty  as  his  love. 

7®.     lis. 

Jesus  precious. 

1  O  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit ; 

With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at  thy  feet ; 
In  sacrifice  offer  my  soul,  flesh  and  blood ; 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my  God. 

2  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain, 
They  cannot  give  voice  to  this  heav'nly  flame. 
I'm  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  were  mine 
I  could  not  this  mystery  completely  define 


REJOICING.  55 

3  I'm  happy,  my  Saviour — and  that  past  account ! 
My  joys  are  immortal — I  stand  on  the  mount; 

I  iraze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  he  there, 
With  Jesus  and  angels,  iny  kindred  so  dear. 

4  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  1  am  bleat, — 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest ! 

Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  my  song — 
Thy  grace  shall  inspire  my  glad  heart  and  my  tongue. 

5  O,  who's  like  my  Saviour  ?  he's  Salem's  bright  king  '. 
He  smiles,  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to  sing. 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  Mm  with  notes  loud  and  shrill, 

While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirits  shall  fill. 

77.     8.  7.  4. 

1  WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine. 
Lord!  I  make  a  full  surrender — 
Every  power  and  thought  be  thine. 

Thine  entirely — 
In  eternal  ages  thine. 

78.      P.  M. 

The  happy  Convert. 

1  O,  HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 
Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 


56  REJOICING. 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore, 

3  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song : 

O,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  suffer'd  and  died 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me  ! 

4  O,  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possest, 

I  Avas  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

79.       7s. 

Praise  to  Jesus. 

1  YE  that  fear  the  Lord  attend, 
While  with  gratitude  I  tell 
How  his  interposing  hand     . 
Sav'd  me  from  the  lowest  hell. 

2  When  my  sins  appear'd  in  view, 
Numberless  and  infinite  ; 

All  my  works  and  duties,  too, 
Filthy  in  Jehovah's  sight ; 

3  Then,  O  then,  the  Saviour  came — 
Stood  between  the  law  and  me — 
Satisfy'd  its  highest  claim, 

And  sustain'd  its  penalty. 


REJOICING.  5T 

/4  0,  what  bliss  divine  I  felt 

When  my  ransom  I  could  see, 
Bearing  all  my  sin  and  guilt 
In  his  body  on  the  tree  ! 

5  Bless  the  Saviour,  all  above  ! 
Swell  the  chorus,  ye  below, 
Who  enjoy  his  sov'reign  love, 
And  his  tender  mercies  know. 

80.     L.  M, 

Revival  commenced. 

1  HARK  !  don't  you  hear  the  turtle  dove  ? 
The  token  of  redeeming  love  ; 

From  hill  to  hill,  we  hear  the  sound, 
The  neighboring  valleys  echo  round. 
O  Zion,  hear  the  turtle  dove, 
The  token  of  your  Saviour's  love ; 
He  comes,  the  barren  land  to  cheer, 
And  welcome  in  the  Jubile  year. 

2  The  winter's  past,  the  rain  is  o'er, 
We  feel  the  chilling  winds  no  more  ; 
The  Spring  is  come,  and  Summer  too> 
All  things  appear  divinely  new. 

On  Zion's  mount  the  watchmen  cry, 
The  resurrection  's  drawing  nigh  : 
Behold  the  nations  from  abroad, 
Are  flocking  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  The  trumpet  sounds  both  far  and  nigh  ; 
O,  sinners,  turn  !  why  will  you  die  ? 


58  REJOICING. 

How  can  you  slight  the  gospel  charms  ? 
O  sinner,  haste  to  Jesus'  arms. 
These  are  the  days  that  were  foretold, 
In  ancient  times,  by  prophets  old  ; 
They  long'd  to  see  this  glorious  light, 
But  all  have  died  without  the  sight. 

81,      8.  7. 

Praise  to  Jesus. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

83.     C.  M. 

Jesus  precious. 

1  JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul ! 

My  transport  and  my  trust : 


REJOICING.  59 

Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

4  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  lab 'ring  breath  ; 
And,  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms — 
The  antidote  of  death. 

83.  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

84.  P.  M. 

1  HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  the  sin-sick  soul ! 


60  REJOICING. 

At  death's  dark  door  he  found  me, 
And  snatch' d  me  from  the  grave, 

To  tell  to  all  around  me 
His  wondrous  pow'r  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compar'd  to  sin  ; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within. 
'Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combin'd  ; 
And  none,  but  a  believer, 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  *From  men,  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length,  this  great  Physician 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace !) 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case  ; 
He  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd  ; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him  ; 

I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 

5  A  risen,  living  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 


REJOICING.  61 

At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 

Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 

He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  only  look  and  live. 

85.      7s. 
Affecting  Reflections.    The  little  Cloud. 

1  Kings,  xviii.  44. 

1  SAW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 
Little  as  the  human  hand  ? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land. 

2  Lo,  the  promise  of  a  shower 
Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 
Small  and  feeble  was  his  day  ; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 
Now  it  wins  its  widening  way. 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise  ; 
He  the  door  hath  opened  wide  ; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace  ; 
Jesus'  word  is  glorified. 


62  REJOICING. 

§6.     8.  7.  4. 

Revival  commenced. 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands  ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ; 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend : 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee ; 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest 


THE  DISCONSOLATE,  &c.  61 

THE  DISCONSOLATE  ENCOURAGED. 

87.     8.  7.  4. 

1  0  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turned  to  gladness  ; 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone  ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 

Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day  ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay  ? 

Thou  shalt  conquer — 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

From  without  and  from  within  ; 
Jesus  saith,  he  '11  ne'er  forget  thee, 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin  : 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 
1  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 
Soon  he  '11  bring  thee  home  to  God  : 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 
)  Oh,  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 


64  THE  DISCONSOLATE 

Who  forever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 

Happy  songsters ! 
When  shall  I  your  choru3  join  ? 

SS.      C.  M. 

1  MY  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 

To  reach  the  heavenly  shore  ; 
And  when  I  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
That  I  shall  sin  no  more. 

2  1  hope  to  hear,  and  join  the  song, 

That  saints  and  angels  raise  ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  sing  eternal  praise. 

3  But  oh  !  this  dreadful  heart  of  sin ! 

It  may  deceive  me  still ; 
And,  while  I  look  for  joys  above, 
May  plunge  me  down  to  hell. 

4  The  scene  must  then  forever  close, 

Probation  at  an  end  ; 
No  gospel  grace  can  reach  me  there, 
No  pardon  there  descend. 

5  Come  then,  O  blessed  Jesus,  come  ; 

To  me  thy  Spirit  give  ; 
Shine  through  a  dark,  benighted  soul, 
And  bid  a  sinner  live. 


ENCOURAGED.  65 

8I>.     7s. 
In  Darkness. 

1  ONCE  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 
Firmly  fix'd  no  more  to  move  ; 

Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 
Then  my  soul  was  fill'd  with  love. 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew — 
Little  thought  of  Satan's  pow'r  ; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew  ; 
Now  I  fee!  the  stormy  hou* 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight, 
Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul  ; 
Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive  ; 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole  ; 
Far  away  the  tempter  drive  ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free, 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 

90.     7s. 
Distressed  with  Doubts. 

1  'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought: 
Do  1  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  1  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
5 


6Q  THE  DISCONSOLATE 

Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse 
Who  have  never  known  his  name. 

3  Could  ray  heart  so  hard  remain — 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove — 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain — 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild. 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 
You  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

f>  Yet  I  mourn  rrfy  stubborn  will — 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall  ; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  1  feel, 

If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 
7  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  t  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 

Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

91.     S.  M. 

1  GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears- 
Hope,  and  be  undismay'd  ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears ; 
He  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 


EJNCOURAGED.  67 

Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  this  night 

Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

Thou  seest  our  weakness,  Lord — 

Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee  ; 
O,  lift  thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 

Confirm  the  feeble  knee. 

93.     S.  M. 

Trembling  Saints. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 

Bid  every  string  awake.. 

Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 

We  every  moment  come. 

His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ;. 
Nor  present  things,  nor  thing  to  come, 

Shall  quench  the  love  divine. 

The  time  of  love  will  come: 

Then  we  shall  clearly  see, 
Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 

But  each  shall  say,  "  for  me." 


68  THE  DISCONSOLATE 

93.  L.  M. 

We  have  an  Advocate. 

1  WHERE  is  my  God  ?  does  he  retire 
Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  ? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful   eye, 
See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 
The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 
With  precious  incense  in  his  hands ! 

3  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan, 
He  recommends  each  broken  prayer ; 
The  softest  call  before  his  throne 
May  rise  and  find  acceptance  there. 

4.  Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord, 
With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word, 
My  Father,  God,  with  joy  divine. 

94.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  sweetly  flow'd  the  gospel  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace  ; 
When  list'ning  thousands  gath'ringround, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  fill'd  the  place  ! 

2  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest! 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 


ENCOURAGED.  69 

95.     C.  M. 

Doubting. 

1  O  THAT  I  knew  it  were  the  case 

My  soul  was  born  of  God, 
And  find  myself  among  that  race 
Wash'd  in  a  Saviour's  blood  ! 

2  The  time  has  been  1  thought  I  knew 

The  bless'd  Redeemer's  voice  ; 
1  thought  I  lost  my  burden  too, 
And  felt  my  heart  rejoice. 

3  1  thought  my  will  was  then  resign'd 
To  the  Redeemer's  ways, 
And  felt  my  inmost  soul  inclin'd 
To  tell  the  world  his  grace. 

4  But  O  !  too  soon  the  scene  was  turn'd  ; 

I  lost  the  pleasing  view  ; 
I  lost  that  sweetness  once  I  found — 
Lost  earthly  pleasures  too. 

5  O  Jesus,  wilt  thou  now  appear 

With  thine  almighty  arm  ; 
These  clouds  expel,  my  standing  clear, 
And  show  me  what  I  am. 

©6.      L.  M. 
1  WHERE  shall  I  go  but  to  thy  feet, 
My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  ? 
Dear  names,  beyond  expression  sweet! 
On  these  my  hopes  of  bliss  depend. 


70  DEVOTION. 

2  Where  shall  I  rest,  but  on  thy  grace, 
Thy  boundless  grace  divinely  free  ? 
On  earth  I  find  no  resting  place ; 
Dear  Saviour,  bid  me  come  to  thee  ! 

3  Though  sin  detains  me  from  my  Lord 
I  long,  I  languish  to  be  blest: 

O  speak  one  soul-reviving  word, 
And  bid  me  come  to  thee,  my  rest. 

4  When  I  this  wretched  heart  explore, 
Here  no  kind  source  of  hope  appears  ; 
But  O,  my  soul,  that  grace  adore, 
Free  grace,  which  triumphs  o'er  my  fears. 

5  Jesus,  from  thy  atoning  blood, 
My  only  consolation  flows  ; 

Hope  beams  from  thee,  my  Saviour  God, 
My  soul  no  other  refuge  knows. 


DEVOTION. 

97.     L.  M. 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone  ; 

Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see  ; 

I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 

And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 

Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 

And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 


DEVOTION.  71 

3  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming-  grace,  and  dying  love- 

4.  Hail  !  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known  ! 

98.     L.  M. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

3  Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

4  Sin,  my  worst  enemy  before, 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  ail  be  slain, 
IS  or  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


72  DEVOTION. 

99.     L.  M. 

Love  to  Christ. 

1  WHEN,  O  my  Saviour,  shall  this  heart 
Si  feel  the  influence  of"  thy  grace, 
That  from  thy  cross  'twill  ne'er  depart, 
But  live  around  that  hallowed  place. 

2  The  brightest  scenes  of  earth  are  dim, 
If  Jesus  be  not  with  me  there  ; 

All  earthly  joys,  compar'd  with  him, 
Seem  vain  as  fleeting  shadows  are. 

3  O,  could  I  live  beneath  his  smile, 
And  lean  upon  his  sacred  breast, 
No  fond  allurement  should  beguile 
A  heart  so  privileged,  so  blest. 

4  Come  then,  my  Saviour,  and  constrain 
This  wayward  soul,  nor  let  it  rove  ; 
Recall  me  to  thine  arms  aoain, 

And  bind  me  there  with  cords  of  love. 

l®&.     C.  P.  M. 

1  WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
To  take  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 

Shall  f  among;  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  Worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  1  love  to  meet  among  them  now. 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all  : 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  ! 
What  if  rnv  nunc  should  be  left  <>uf. 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ! 


DEVOTION.  *73 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ! 
Be  thou,  O  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 

In  this,  th'  accepted  day  : 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear  j 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then,  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

IOI.      lis. 

1  T  WOULD  not  live  alway:  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'e'r  the  way  ; 
I  would  not  live  alway:  no — welcome  the  tomb; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom. 

2  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God,. 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode  ? 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reign>  ; 

3  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  life  of  the  soul. 

H>9.      L.  M. 

Earth  unsatisfying. 

1  COME,  blessed  Jesus,  quickly  come, 
And  mark  the  bright,  celestial  way  ; 
Within  my  breast  erect  thy  throne, 
Nor  let  me  faint  through  long  delay. 

2  I'm  weary  of  these  earthly  toys, — 
The  world,  and  all  its  flattering  charms; 


74  DEVOTIOJM. 

My  heart  aspires  to  purer  joys, 
And  Christ  alone  my  bosoms  warms. 

3  Unmov'd  by  all  their  charms,  I  view 
These  vain,  these  transitory  scenes  ; 
Since  grace  has  form'd  my  heart  anew, 
And  waked  me  from  delusive  dreams. 

4  My  hope,  my  treasure,  and  my  rest, 
My  heart,  my  all  is  flx'd  above  ; 
The  kingdoms  of  the  world  possess'd 
Are  vain  without  my  Saviour's  love. 

103.      C.  M. 

Christ  all  in  all. 

1  DEAR  centre  of  my  best  desires, 

And  sovereign  of  my  heart! 
What  sweet  delight  thy  name  inspires, 
What  bliss  thy  smiles  impart ! 

2  Too  oft,  alas !  my  passions  rove 

In  search  of  meaner  charms  ; 
Trifles,  unworthy  of  my  love, 
Divide  me  from  thine  arms. 

3  Ye  tempting  vanities,  depart ; 

I  seek  my  gracious  Lord  : 
No  balm  to  heal  my  aching  heart 
Can  all  your  joys  afford. 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  with  power  divine, 

And  drive  thy  foes  away  ; 
O !  make  my  heart,  my  passions  thine, 
Nor  ever  let  me  stray. 


DEVOTIOiN.  75 

S04.      C.  M. 

Lovely  Saviour. 

1  COME,  heavenly  love,  inspire  my  song 

With  thine  immortal  flame  ; 
And  teach  my  heart,  and  teach  my  tongue, 
The  Saviour's  lovely  name. 

2  The  Saviour !  O,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound  ! 

Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  delight  around. 

3  Here,  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  profusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 

4  O,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine ! 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine, — 
I  cannot  wish  for  more  ! 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies  ; 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all! 

105.      8.  7. 

Praise  to  Jesus. 
1  HARK,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  ! 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices: 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  ; 


76  DEVOTION. 

See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Sing  how  Jesus  came  from  heaven, 

How  he  bore  the  cross  below ; 
How  all  power  to  him  is  given  ; 

How  he  reigns  in  glory  now  : 
'Tis  a  great  and  endless  theme, 
O  'tis  sweet  to  sing  of  him  ! 

3  Kin  J  of  glory,  reign  forever, 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown; 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own ! 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

106.     L.  M. 

IAS  when  the  weary  tra  viler  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if,  cross  the  plains. 
He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still ; 

2  So,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith,  his  mansions  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  'Tis  there,  he  says,  1  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus,  in  the  realms  of  day  ; 
Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  he  will  wipe  my  tears  away. 


DEVOTION.  11 

107.  L.  M. 

1  'TIS  hard,  when  we  are  sick  and  poor, 
And  they  who  lov'd  us,  love  no  more — 
When  riches,  friends,  and  health  are  gone, 
To  say,  'JO  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done." 

2  'Tis  hard,  when  they  in  death  are  laid 

O'er  whom  we  watch'd,  and  wept,  and  pray'd  : 
The  wife — the  parent — sister — son, 
To  say,  "  O  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done." 

3  'Tis  hard,  when  in  our  soul's  distress, 
All.  all  around  is  wilderness, 

And  herb  and  quick'ning  stream  are  none, 
To  say,  "O  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done." 

4  And  yet  how  light  such  sorrows  be 
To  his,  in  dark  Gethsemane, 

Who  drank  the  cup  with  stifled  groan, 
And  said,  "O  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done  \" 

108.  L.  M. 
Desire  to  be  with  Christ 

1  JESUS,  great  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Whose  precious  blood  for  man  was  spilt, 
Who  bore  death's  pains  and  agonies, 
Atoning  for  a  world  in  guilt — 

2  When  shall  I  burst  these  abject  chains 
That  bind  my  soul  to  scenes  of  wo, 
And  flee  where  Christ  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Where  streams  of  healing  richness  flow  ? 

3  O,  how  my  spirit  pants  to  soar, 
And  win  the  Christian's  holy  race  ! 
To  be  where  sorrows  sting  no  more, 
And  view  my  Maker  face  to  face  ! 


78  DEVOTION. 

4  Yes,  fain  my  soul  would  wing-  its  way 
To  realms  beyond  the  eagles's  sight, 
'Mid  scenes  of  an  eternal  day, 
Unknown  to  time's  resistless  flight. 

109.  C.  M. 

Nearness  to  God. 

1  O  COULD  1  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
And  live  upon  thy  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  O  Jesus,  come  aud  rule  my  heart, 

And  I'll  be  wholly  thine  ; 

And  never,  never  more  depart, 

For  thou  art  wholly  mine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

110.  CM. 

1  WHEN  1  can  read  my  title  clear, 
To  mansions  in  the  skies  ; 
1  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


DEVOTIOiN.  79 

2  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall  ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

3  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest  ; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

111.     CM. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering-  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  1  adore.'* 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  leadto  endles's  day. 


80  DEVOTION. 

112.     CM. 

1  FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  me  from  its  snares  ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  It  takes  away  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  tire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

S  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 
The  healing-  balm  to  give  : 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign  ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

im.    lis. 

1  TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neighbors  to  part, 
And  go  from  ray  It**fthome,  afflicts  not  ray  heart 
Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day 

From  that  blest  retreat  where  1'^e  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Dear  bower,  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar  have  spread, 
And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head  ; 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 

And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 

3  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  lov'd  nightingale 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower  1  observed  as  ray  bell ; 
To  call  me  to  duty — while  birds  in  the  air 

Sung  anthem*  of  praise  as  I  went  fiMkfa  to  prayer. 


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DEVOV10N. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  breezes  perfumed  by  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  uiul  wild  eglantine  ! 

Bat  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

5  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you,  and  bid  you  adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new  ; 

I  know  my  dear  Saviour  resides  every  where, 
And  can,  in  all  places,  give  answer  to  prayer. 

114.     C.  M. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Unuttered  or  expressed  ; 

The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh  ; 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  spec. 

That  any  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reac  ] 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heav'n  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice. 
And  S3y,  "Behold,  he  prays.'5 
6 


82  DEVOTION. 

115.      S.  M. 

1  THE  Spirit  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "  Sinners,  come  ;" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims, 
To  all  her  children — "  Come  !" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 
To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !" 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
Oh,  let  hirn  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
Declares,  "I  quickly  come:" 

Lord,  even  so  !  we  wait  thy  hour, 
O  blest  Redeemer,Mcome  ! 

im.   7s. 

1  WOULD  you  win  a  soul  to  God  ? 
Tell  him  of  the  Saviour's  blood: 
Say,  how  Jesus'  bowels  move  : 
Tell  him  of  redeeming  love. 

2  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side  ; 
How  his  head  with  thorns  was  crown'd, 
And  his  heart  in  sorrow  drown'd. 

3  Tell  him  how  he  suffer'd  death, 
Freely  yielded  up  his  breath, 


DEVOTION.  83 

Died,  and  rose  to  intercede, 
As  our  advocate,  and  head. 

4  Tell  him  it  was  sovereign  grace 
Wrought  on  you  to  seek  his  face ; 
Made  you  choose  the  better  part  — 
Brought  salvation  to  your  heart. 

5  Tell  him  of  that  liberty, 
Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free  ; 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven — 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven. 

117.      C.  M. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  on  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Sun  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 


84  DEVOTION. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

118.     L.  M. 

1  SURE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh  ; 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hope  forever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires; 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

3  What  less  than  thine  almighty  word 
Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 

4  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
I  love  my  God,  and  trust  his  grace, 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace? 

5  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


DEVOTION.  85 

119.      lis. 

Precious  Promises. 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  he  not  dismayed  ; 
J,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  When  through  the  deep  waters,  1  call  thee  to  go, 
Therivers  of  trouble  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  sorrows  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  theeHhy  deepest  distress. 

4  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path-way  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  theo  ;  1  only  design, 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

6  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not  desert  or  give  up  to  his  foes, 

That  soul,  tho'  arch  fiends  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake. 

120.      CM. 

Grace. 

1  AMAZING  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 


86  DEVOTION. 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe,  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease  ; 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

131.     L.  M. 

1  JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well-deserv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 

Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay  ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  O  !  let  each  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys ; 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


BAPTISM.  87 

122.      L.  M. 
WHAT  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
J  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 
This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show, 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  1  wake  and  find  me  there. 

0  glorious  hour  !  O  blest  abode  ! 

1  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 


PROFESSION  AND   BAPTISM. 

123.      C.  M. 

The  Young  Convert's  Meditation. 

1  AND  canst  thou  then  believe,  my  soul, 

That  Jesus  is  thy  friend  ? 
That  he  his  love  hath  fix'd  on  thee, — 
That  love  which  cannot  end  ? 

2  If  thou  in  truth  his  pow'r  hast  known, 

And  felt  his  changing  grace, 

Thy  duty  'tis  his  church  to  join, 

And  give  him  all  the  praise. 

3  He  says  to  each  regen'rate  soul, 

"  Confess  thy  Saviour,  God  :" 


-'•-•■'*  PROFESSION  AND 

His  great  command  I  will  obey ; 

I  love  his  holy  word. 

-t  will  the  saints,  the  sons  of  God, 

Believe  that  I,  so  vile, 
Have  felt  thy  sovereign  love,  my  Lord, 

And  seen  thy  gracious  smile  ? 
what  shall  I  do  if  they  refuse, 

\nd  say,  I  know  thee  not? 

far  Saviour,  wilt  thou  smile  on  me 

If  this  should  be  my  lot? 
:     rase  I  humbly  leave  with  thee, 

Duty  alone  is  mine  ! 

duty's  pleasant  path  I  shall 
Behold  thy  glory  shine. 

124.      P.  M. 

.\  YE  blood-wash'd,  ransom'd  sinners, 

Highly  favor'd  of  the  Lord, 
Now  ye  prove  your  love  to  Jesus 

By  regarding  thus  his  word. 
Rise  and  follow,  rise  and  follow, 
Rise  and  follow  Christ  your  Lord. 
U  S.?e  his  wat'ry  tomb  before  you  ; 
Hear  him  echo,  "  Follow  me  ;" 
For,  beneath  the  streams  of  Jordan, 
"  Christ,  your  great  Redeemer,  lay. 
Rise  and  follow,  rise  and  follow, 
Rise  and  follow  Christ  to-day. 
3  Yes,  beneath  those  honor'd  waters 
Great  Immanuel  was  baptized  ; 


BAPTISM.  89 

Out  of  which  he  then  ascended, 
And  the  Father  was  well  pleas'd. 

Let  us  follow,  let  us  follow, 
Let  us  follow  Christ  our  Lord. 

4  Love  constrains  you  all  to  follow 

Jesus  to  his  liquid  grave  ; 
Now  look  up  ;  expect  his  presence, 

Which  he  promis'd  you  to  have 
While  you  follow,  while  you  follow 

Jesus  to  his  liquid  grave. 

5  Jesus,  come  !  thine  approbation 

May  we  gladly  see  and  feel  ; 
Cause,  O  cause,  the  heavens  to  open, 

And  thy  wondrous  love  reveal  ; 
And  we'll  follow,  and  we'll  follow, 

And  we'll  follow  thee,  our  all. 

125.     P.  M. 

Welcome  to  the  Church. 

1  COME,  ye  converts,  come  and  welcome  ; 

All  the  saints  are  saying,  come  ; 
Joyfully  we  now  receive  you, 

To  the  Church,  your  future  home. 
Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 

In  our  hearts  there  yet  is  room. 

2  Stay  no  longer,  stay  no  longer, 

From  your  blessed  Saviour's  fold  ; 
Come,  dear  youth,  ye  lambs  of  Jesus, 
He  himself  has  bid  you  come. 


90  PROFESSION  AJN'D 

With  his  people,  with  his  people, 
Join  yourselves,  and  be  at  home. 

3  Now  accept  the  pledge  we  give  you, 

While  our  hands  with  yours  we  join  ; 
Let  our  hearts  unite  together, 

In  the  bonds  of  love  divine. 
Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 

May  we  all  henceforth  be  thine. 

4  Now  the  vows  of  God  are  on  you  ; 

Be  the  slaves  of  sin  no  more  ; 
O  be  humble,  holy,  faithful, 

Till  the  toils  of  life  are  o'er. 
Then,  dear  brethren,  then,  dear  sisters, 

May  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

126.      S.  M. 

The  Example  of  Christ. 

1  SAVIOUR,  thy  law  we  love— 
Thy  pure  example  bless, 

And,  with  a  firm,  unwavering  zeal, 
Would  in  thy  footsteps  press. 

2  Not  to  the  fiery  pains 

By  which  the  martyrs  bled — 
Not  to  the  scourge,  the  thorn,  the  cross, 
Our  favor'd  feet  are  led  : 

3  But,  at  this  peaceful  tide, 
Assembled  in  thy  fear, 

The  homage  of  obedient  hearts 
We  humbly  offer  here. 


BAPTISM.  91 

127.      8.  7.  4. 

Joy  in  Obedience. 

1  JESUS,  thou  hast  freely  saved  us  ; 

Cleansed  us  in  thy  precious  blood  ; 
And  the  sins  that  once  enslaved  us, 
Thou  hast,  by  thy  might,  subdued  ; 

From  our  rovings 
Thou  hast  brought  us  home  to  God. 

2  Saviour,  thy  commands  fulfilling, 

Yielding  all  that  once  we  prized; 
Lo  !  we  come,  with  joyful  feeling, 
Like  our  Lord,  to  be  baptized  ; 

Round  our  Jordan 
Let  thy  grace  be  exercised. 

3  Sacred  Spirit,  breathing  o'er  us, 

Thy  sweet  influence  may  we  know  ; 
Open  paths  of  light  before  us, 
And  thy  peace  on  us  bestow. 

By  thee  guided, 
Up  to  glory  may  we  go. 

128.     8.  7. 
The  pleasure  of  following  Christ. 

1  LORD,  in  humble,  sweet  submission, 

Here  we  meet  to  follow  thee  ; 
Trusting  in  thy  great  salvation, 
Which  alone  can  make  us  free. 

2  Nought  have  we  to  claim  as  merit ; 

All  the  duties  we  can  do 


92  PROFESSION,  &c. 

Can  no  crown  of  life  inherit : 
All  the  praise  to  Thee  is  due. 

3  Yet  we  come  in  Christian  duty, 

Down  beneath  the  wave  to  go  ; 

O  the  bliss  !  the  heavenly  beauty  ! 

Christ  the  Lord  was  buried  so  ! 

4  Come,  ye  children  of  the  kingdom, 

Follow  him  beneath  the  wave  ; 
Rise,  and  show  his  resurrection, 
And  proclaim  his  power  to  save. 

1£9.      S.  M. 

The  Baptism  of  Christ. 

1  DOWN  to  the  sacred  wave 
The  Lord  of  life   was  led  ; 

And  He,  who  came  our  souls  to  save, 
In  Jordan  bovv'd  his  head. 

2  He  taught  the  solemn  way, 
He  fix'd  the  holy  rite  ; 

He  bade  his  ransom'd  ones  obey, 
And  keep  the  path  of  light. 

3  The  Holy  Ghost  came  down, 
The  baptism  to  approve, — 

The  ordinance  of  Christ  to  crown, 
And  stamp  it  with  his  love. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  we  will  tread 
In  thy  appointed  way  ; 

Let  glory  o'er  these  scenes  be  shed, 
And  smile  on  us  to-day. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN 

Ah!  what  can  I,  a  sinner  do,   31 

Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go,   39 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,   3 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound, 120 

Amazing  sight !  the  Saviour  stands, 23 

And  canst  ihou,  sinner  slight,   25 

And  canst  thou  then  believe,  my  soul, 123 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have  1   64 

Ashamed  of  Jesus!  sooner  far,   63 

As  when  the  weary  trav'ller  gains, 106 

Awake,  awake,  my  slugglish  soul,   13 

Beneath  sin's  poisonous  dart,    40 

Cheer  up,  my  soul,  there  is  a  mercy  seat,  . .     65 

Come,  heavenly  peace  of  mind,    5 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues,  15 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest,    48 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden,     49 

Come  1o  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 50 

Come,  anxious  sinner,  in  whose  breast,  ....     83 

Come,  lost  sinner,  come  to  Jesus, 54 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing,   81 

Come,  blessed  Jesus,  quickly  come,  102 

Come,  heavenly  love,  inspire  my  song,  .....   104 
Come,  ye  converts,  come  and  welcome,  ....   125 

Dear  Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye, 1 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  !   11 

Dear  centre  of  my  best  desires,  103 

Down  to  the  sacred  wave 129 


94  INDEX. 

Farfrom  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone,  .  97 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss,  ....  112 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears,    91 

Hear,  O  ye  careless  sinners,  hear, 14 

Hear,  O  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you,  17 

Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise,    22 

Ho,  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh,    47 

Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 66 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace, 70 

Hark!  don't  you  hear  the  turtle  dove, 80 

How  lost  was  my  condition,    84 

H ow  sweetly  flow'd  the  gospel  sound,    94 

Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices, 105 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord,  119 

If  I  perish,  I  will  go,  42 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away,    61 

I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay,  . ..  101 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away, Ill 

Jesus,  have  mercy  on  my  soul, 41 

Jesus,  full  pf  all  compassion,    43 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,    59 

Jesus,  our  best  beloved  friend,    63 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name,  82 

Jesus,  great  Sovereign  of  the  skies,     108 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King, 121 

Jesus,  thou  hast  freely  saved  us,   127 

Long  have  I  walked  this  dreary  road, 34 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 67 

Lord  in  humble,  meek  submission,    128 

My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope,    88 

Now  let  our  faith  grow  strong,  and  rise    ....  7 

Now  is  the  accepted  time, 24 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading, 20 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace,,   30 


INDEX.  95 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 2 

O  that  I  were  as  heretofore,  4 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry,   6 

O  that  I  knew  it  were  the  case, 95 

O  turn  ye,  lost  sinners,  for  why  will  you  die,  27 

Oh,  am  I  born  to  die,  35 

O  Lord  how  vile  am  I,     37 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 33 

O  for  thai  tenderness  of  heart,    44 

O  what  amazing  words  of  grace,    52 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation,  71 

O,  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy,    72 

O  blessed  souls  are  they,   73 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 76 

O  how  happy  are  they,    78 

O.  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 83 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 86 

O,  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ?   87 

Once"  I  thought  my  mountain  strong,    89 

O  that  1  knew  it  were  the  case,    95 

O  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day,    109 

On  Jordan's  stormy  ba-iks  1  stand, 117 

O  ye  blood-wash'd,  ransom'd  sinners,   124, 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 114 

Rouse  ye  at  the  Saviour's  call,  21 

Rejoice,  for  Christ,  the  Saviour  reigns,    ....  75 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 55 

Sweet  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt,   8 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 16 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within,    26 

Sinner,  awake,  to  think,  29 

Show  pity.  Lord;  O  Lord,  forgive,   32 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 45 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word,  56 

Sinners  will  you  scorn  the  message.  .......  18 


96  INDEX. 

Sinners,  hear  the  mighty  Saviour,    58 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise,    85 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 98 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh,     118 

Saviour,  thy  law  we  love,    126 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine,  33 

The  voice  that  bids  us  all  repent, 36 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  everv  ear,    51 

To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  1  go, 62 

To  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King, 68 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes,   74- 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 90 

'Tis  haid,  when  we  are  sick  and  poor,    107 

To  leave  dear  friends,   113 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts,    115 

Vain  man.  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 28 

Vain  world,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu,  60 

Why  sleep  ye,  my  brethren  ?  10 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares,    J2 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light,    19 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 77 

Where  is  my  God  ?  does  he  retire,    93 

When,  O  my  Saviour,  shall  this  heart,    99 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall  come,  ICO 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,   110 

Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God,    116 

What  sinners  value,  1  resign    152 

Where  shall  1  go,  but  to  thy  feet,    96 

Ye,  who  in  former  days,  9 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 46 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men/ 57 

Ye  that  fear  the  Lord,  attend 79 

Your  harps  ye  trembling  saints, 


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